Life gets so tough. you see your colleagues making big moves, starting to build their houses, big contracts, successful businesses, good jobs, buying cars. And there’s you(me) with nothing. No moves. No cars, no land/building, terrible job
There’ll be food but you can’t eat cos you’re overthinking and you don’t have an appetite. You can’t socialise cos you feel out of place. You feel you’re never enough. Can’t enjoy the smallest things without calculating into the future. I’m so fucken tired. Sometimes I want kms.